PAVLOVA.
We that ne'er knew the crown of old Romance, Ihe pyrrhie or the naked Grecian dance, Or Rome’s boy darling of a da Us event, Who at Antibes has yet his monument, Or that Camargo, whom the painter feigned To draw in motion, with her arms unstrained. Have in this later, inauspicious time Been thrilled to bliss by pagan pantomime; Have seen mad Autumn shower the leaves of gold Tn Bacchanal profusion overbold; Have seen the expiring and immortal Swan Breen on the rushy bank her plumage wan; The Butterflies in chase, Annida’s bower. And the maid in the Phantom Rose’s power. Swifter than light she passed across our stage, The ecstasy of an all-questioning age, Swifter than light she passed, and still we held In our dim minds her splendour undispelled. Pavlova, passion transient, supreme, Art thou departed, or do we but dream? —E. 11. W. Meyerstein, in the Saturday Review.
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Otago Witness, Issue 4048, 13 October 1931, Page 66
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153PAVLOVA. Otago Witness, Issue 4048, 13 October 1931, Page 66
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